50 Cent - Hail Mary Lyrics
Artist: 50 Cent f/ Busta Rhymes, EminemAlbum: Hail Mary 12" (white label)Song: Hail Mary (Ja Rule Diss)[Intro: Eminem]Makaveli, rest in peaceIrv Gotti, too much Bacardi in his bodyMouth like a 12 gauge shotty (feel me!){*starts singing chorus in background*}And this ***** said he should beThe lost forgotten seed of TupacTo lead this industry into the ways of the manFollow me...![Chorus: Eminem]Come get meIf you mother*****as want ShadyIf Pac was still here nowHe would never ride with JaNa, na, na, na, na, na, na, na[Verse 1: Eminem]You ain't no killa, you a *****That ecstasy done got you all emotional and mushy***** is wearin' rags in photos, Ja's words bein' quotedIn The Source stealin' Pac's shit like he just wrote itYou loudmouths, pray to God hopin' no one's listenin'See 50 comin' for me I'ma guard my, my positionNo one'll pay attention to me, please GottiHere I go, give me this pillEcstasy done got me feelin' so... invincibleNow all a sudden I'm a *****in' mad man who screams like I'm PacBut I'm not, enemies, HennessyActin' like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm crazySweat drip get me off this trip, someone stop this trainSome say my brain is all corrupted, *****ed from this shitI'm stuck, I'm addicted to these drugs, I'ma quitsayin' mother*****as names before somebody *****s me upAin't no pussies over here partner, see you in hell, *****a[Chorus: Eminem]Come get meMother*****a, if you want ShadyIf Pac was still here nowHe would never ride with JaNa, na, na, na, na, na, na, naGet off that E'Fore you try to come and ***** with meIt's Aftermath here now, Shady Records got it lockedLa, la, la, la, la, la, la, la[Verse 2: 50 Cent]Penitentiaries is packed with promise makersNever realize the precious time that ***** niggaz is wastin'Institutionalize my *****ez bring me product by the bundlesHustle hard for my cell, G-Unit mother*****a, we ballin'Catch me countin' cheese and when I'm callin', can you accept my calls?C.O. let me sip on Hennessy, can I sip some more?Hell, I done been to jail, I ain't scaredMama checkin' in my bedroom, I ain't thereI got a head with no screws in itMother*****as thinkin' they can stop 50, they losin' itLil' nigga named Ja think he live like meTalkin' about he left the hospital took nine like meYou livin' fantasies nigga, I reject your depositWhen your lil' sweet ass gon' come out of the closet?Now he wonderin' why DMX blowed him outNext time grown folks talkin', *****, close yo mouthPeep me, I take this war shit deeplyDone seen too many real niggaz ball to let these ***** niggaz beat meBlack, you's a mother*****in' punk and you'll see me with glovesQuit scarin' them *****in' kids with yo ugly ass mugAnd you can tell them niggaz you roll with whatever you wantBut you and I know what's goin' onNigga payback, Tah, I know yo ***** ass from way backWitness me strap with macs, knew I don't play thatAll these old rappers tryina advanceIt's all over now, take it like a man [haha!]Irv lookin' like Larry Holmes, flabby and sickTryina playa hate on my shitMan, eat a fat dick!Lovin' this shit, that's how you made meFeelin' like I got you niggaz crazyUh huh, against all oddsHopin' my thug mother*****as knowThis be the realest shit I ever wroteAgainst all oddsUp in the studio gettin' blowedTo the truest shit I ever spoke(Twenty-one gun salute... *****!)[Verse 3: Busta Rhymes]Ay yo, I been one of the most humbleReppin' streets to the coreAy Jeffrey, what the ***** you come involvin' me for?It's been a long time comin', like a blessing to check youSee, 106 & Park fans don't even *****in' respect youIt's kinda funny, wanna be Pac, wanna fake like he thugRunnin' around talkin' shit that he ain't capable ofNow let me off this ***** sucka, watch me handle you niggaIf I recall, Violator used to manage you niggaThey took a closer look and realized you was an imposterThere's never been a Violator on the Murder Inc. roster, dumbassNow, who shootin'? Awww, made you look!You said Bust' singin' the same old hook? You stupid!If y'all shootin', I take a look at yo manThe ***** shot himself in front of Def JamChedda bob ass niggaz, start adjustin' yo planYou let the streets down nigga, apologize to yo fansWatched you pull a lil' stunt like we ain't know what it wasLil' faggot, desperate tryina reestablish a buzzI know the shit is drivin' you crazy, you wonderin' howThe streets ain't never want you, Beatrice, whachu gonna do now?Now if you wanna beef with me, then I'm beefin' with youI think about the game and what it's like and{*imitating Ja Rule*} "What would it be without you?"You finished, I ain't tryina repeat thisJust 'cause I'm cool, you shouldn't take my kindness for weakness[Busta Rhymes talking]Oh shit... it was fun...Next time you got a problem man...Address me before you try to make the shit a public issue homey...Now I'ma return back to my regular self...And have fun again... one!
